On Rivers and Things
When your river floods
with fish
or garden swells,
it is morning's eyes that see
the hungry.
No winged raven, preacher,
preening before reflections
in mirrors, in books
may raise that sun,
adorn the earth
with dew.
Renewal resides in a smile
on the face
of tomorrow's children
and when the rain
dimples the pond
with circles that
spread forever,
I hear them giggle.
If your glass is half full
share it with a thirsty
stranger and you
will be quenched,
sated and smiling
like you learned
a secret.
Sharing it is like rain
on your river
on a brand new
morning.
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